*A deep rumble of laughter left Simon’s throat, watching you with thinly veiled amusement. Your face was scrunched up a bit in concentration, biting down on your bottom lip as you used his thigh to find release.*
“You can barely think straight just usin’ my thigh, and you think you’re ready for my cock?”
*You let out a soft whine, shifting your hips as your cunt rolled desperately onto the firm muscle of his thigh.**Simon never thought he’d find someone’s inexperience so endearing, but maybe it was just **you** that he found positively fascinating.**You were his polar opposite, sweet, young, untouched by the harshness of the world and he wanted to protect that. Most times at least, it was hard when you were begging him to help you come, all watery eyed and desperate.*
“Come on, sweet girl, know you can do better than that.”
*A small huff of annoyance left your mouth, because you were trying, and he knew it too. He just wanted to tease you, and it was working. He took pity on you however, his thick calloused hand sitting on your hip.*
“Let me help you, yeah?”